He is standing effortlessly confident in front of me, like he belongs in the moment without even trying. The way he carries himself. Like he knows exactly the effect he has. Scary but hot.
I try to walk past him, but he steps to his right and I bump again into his body. "I am not asking again."
I arch an eyebrow at him, but his expression is grave.
"You are all idiots… Stop with your stupid stalking game."
"There she is!" One of the masked guys spots me and runs towards me. I look back at Nox, but he’s already behind him. Iron chain forced against the guys neck, choking him. I walk in front of the struggling body and I take off his ghost mask. His fingers attempt to seize the chain, but Nox yanks it tightly against his neck so that he can’t detach it. I recognize him. He popped into my store two days ago.
"What do you want?"
Nox eases the grip slightly, allowing him to speak. The iron already etched into his skin.
"I am in… in love with… you!"
"What?"
"I love…" Nox snaps his neck and the guy falls dead onto the damp ground.
"What the fuck?" I raise my voice at him.
"I got bored." He rolls the chain, tucking it into his pocket like a secret. With deft fingers, he smooths his hair and smiles to me.
"You fucking killed him… you can’t just kill everyone."
"Would you have liked to listen to him propose to you?"
"Fuck you!" I walk past the corpse, scanning the area. "Now I’ll have another ghost after my ass, thanks to you."
He trails behind me. "We should kiss or fuck, they’ll all go away."
I rotate to meet him, my knife prepared against his lips. "I am going to torture, kill you, burn your body and have a drink, naked on your coffin after I am done."
He positions a cigarette between his lips. "Sounds like a date." He lights it and draws in the chemicals. "Are you asking me on a date, nightshade?"
Let me tell you something about Nox...
He is like a tiny thorn stuck in your sock. Irritating enough to disrupt your focus, but not quite painful enough to be a crisis. He just grates on my nerves and my patience thins.
Yes... of course I'd ride him. Right here, in fact. Of course I'd sit on his perfect face. I mean… look at him. He’s a fucking magnet. He makes my eyes trace over his details.
Yes, the way he effortlessly kills someone... hot. The way he just appears when I am in need of... him?... also hot. One would be worried. But whatever.
But I just wanna stab him and twist the knife while his cock is inside me.
Moments like these can stir up a mix of emotions. It might spark longing. And of course, there’s pure amusement when you catch yourself staring a little too long.
Like I am now… Damn it!
He is walking before me. It is dark, so he is guiding us out of this place. I can’t even see the corn plants but their leaves are nudging my body, confirming that they are still in the vicinity. He asks me to hold his hand, and for Coven knows what reason, I accept. That is what I am starring at. Our hands.
"Why naked?" the dim moonlight casts eerie shadows, stretching and twisting into unnatural shapes. Flickering lights reveal glimpses of unsettling figures—like him. The silence is the worst part because I am worried he will hear my heartbeat. Or even the blood rushing inside my veins.
"What?"
He gently tugs my hand, drawing my body closer to his.
"Why would you pose naked on my coffin?"
